12 comments/ 45353 views/ 5 favorites Finding Nancy By: Dinsmore She was a sleek little Platinum blond, small, but almost doll-like in her physical perfection. She was one of those women that has runway model beauty from head to toe. Her hair was fashionably long; her face was beautiful rather than just pretty and her breasts were small, but not unattractively so. He had called a friend who was a real estate broker, looking for a house to buy in a specific area following the final divorce decree. The friend had set up a meeting with one of his top agents. He was not looking for a new spouse, just a new house. When Nancy picked him up that first day to look at houses, he was immediately struck by her classic beauty. It was impossible not to looks at her; she was that kind of beauty that turns heads and causes pauses in conversations. She smiled easily and she was charming. As they drove to the first house, he knew he wanted to fuck her; hell, any and every straight man that ever saw her wanted to fuck her. She was wearing a sleek, tight fitting white dress that accentuated her firm young thighs, the soft swell of her hips and that tight sculpted ass. The car was late model, foreign and expensive. The automaker would have done well to plant her in the driver's seat in the ads; they would have sold a bunch. The clothes, the jewelry, the shoes and the purse spoke of success. She was an exceptional agent; she had done her homework and had selected five houses that appeared to exactly meet his requirements. Let's find this house I'm going to buy and keep this relationship professional, he thought. There'll be plenty of time for, 'other pursuits' after the deal is done. I'm a good looking guy, also successful and she's going to get a fat commission if she can pull off the right deal. Keep your brains in your head. She had set the appointments to visit the five houses to the best of her ability. They stopped to grab a cup of coffee between number two and number three, giving him a chance to sit directly across from her so he could study her without being obvious. She was a little flirtatious, but he wrote that off as a sales person attempting to, 'bond' with a new client. He got a tinge of uneasiness as the day went on. She is charming; is it because she wants to make this sale, or because she is, 'interested'? He decided to call on his friend, the broker, at the end of the day, to get the lowdown on young Nancy. He'd already secured financing on his own, through a bank with which he'd had a long standing relationship. He'd recently converted securities to cash during a market high. His bank didn't sell their paper; they had, in effect, approved him up to a designated figure and knew he would put at least twenty percent down. Since they held on to their mortgages, they could close as quickly as the survey, appraisal and other inspections were performed. They used their own people for these tasks and handled their own title work. While he and Nancy went to all five houses, the third one was the charm; the fifth one was the backup in cases the deal couldn't be done to his satisfaction. They went back to her office and wrote up an offer. She left to take the offer to the seller's agent. He decided to chat with the boss. "What do you think of Nancy?" Her boss said, greeting him with a big smile. "She seems extremely competent, not to mention easy on the eyes." He replied. "She's both. She's particularly adept at your kind of quick, pre-approved deal. She's a good little negotiator; you'll be pleased at how hard she fights for her buyer." Her boss said, but as he trailed off, there was obviously something more that her boss wasn't sure he was going to say. "What?" He said to her boss. "You and he have known each other for long enough that I strongly sense there is a, 'but'." He countered. "Look, buddy." Her boss began. "I know you're just trolling since your divorce. I have no doubt that you can get into Nancy's expensive little pants. One of the reasons Nancy is so damned good at this work is that she is a manipulator and a chameleon. Nancy doesn't do anything without a plan and a purpose. As good as she is at selling houses, she desperately wants to bag a guy, a guy like you, who has assets and solid six figure income; she wants a ring and a walk down the aisle. With the right guy, she'll do anything to get there. I don't want to say she's a gold digger, but yea, he think she's a bit of a gold digger." Her boss continued. "Just be careful, old friend. I know you're not looking for a new wife, at least not right now. You seem stronger than I thought you'd be, but Nancy can be extremely persuasive. She wraps impressionable men around her little finger with ease." He drove home to his temporary digs thinking about her boss's words. She called about two hours later to tell him there was a counter offer. She volunteered to bring it over to my house. Nancy was always selling; she told him immediately on seeing the house he was living in, small but old and quaint, that she thought she had a buyer. He told her that he had a 100% VA on the house and planned to keep it as a possible rental property, not sell it. You could see the dollar signs in her eyes and she calculated his combined mortgage payments in attempting to assess my cash flow. Nancy had changed clothes; this outfit was more, 'business casual', consisting of a fashionably short skirt and blouse and, 'please fuck him' pumps. As he sat at the dining room table, she leaned in close over his shoulder to go over the counter offer. He could feel her warmth and inhale her fresh, womanly scent. A hint of perfume; it was one of his favorites. While he wanted to pay as little as possible for this new house, the one in question was instantly available and exactly met his needs. It was a good faith counter offer; he felt that they were probably one or two more rounds of counters away from a deal he could live with. She called the other agent, and was told that one more round that night was very probable. The owners were night owls, and if Nancy's client was amendable they'd like to counter his counter that night. Nancy gave the other agent directions to his house. When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Nancy answered the door. The two real estate agents chatted for less than a minute. The seller's agent headed of to convey his counter offer. "Nancy, any idea how long this is going to take?" he queried. "The sellers are very motivated to sell. They've put an offer on another home. They'd like to see this deal done quickly, actually need to get it done. I know you want to move quickly also, but you don't 'have to' so you're in the power seat." She informed him. With no thought of anything other than convenience, and a chance to get to know her a little better, he made a suggestion. "If you like, you're more than welcome to stay here while we wait for the counter. I'm going to have a glass of wine; can he offer you a glass?" She accepted. She preferred white to red; not his kind of gal, but he could drink Chardonnay if he had to, as long as it was neither cheap nor California oaky. He opened a fifty dollar Reserve Chard and was pleased that she instantly recognized a great glass of wine and responded with the right phrases as she evaluated the wine. He asked her questions about herself, not really receiving deep, insightful answers. She asked him a number of questions, most of which involved his business, his financial status and his post divorce dating regimen. As nicely and carefully as she conducted her inquiry, he felt a little bit like a mark being sized up for the scam. Nancy was very confident around men. She also was a, 'knockout' and, as they chatted, she became more flirtatious. He was being played, but played by a professional. It wasn't unpleasant; she knew how to stroke a man's ego without being too obvious. He had spent worse evenings with a woman; he decided to let her play her hand. Best case, he'd ultimately get laid by an extremely attractive woman. Worse case, she'd decide that he was not marriage material; she'd do her job and we'd move on. It took longer than an hour; it was almost two hours when the other agent called to say she was bringing the new offer over. It was decided that any counter they might put together would not be presented until the next afternoon. Nancy felt that it would be good to let the sellers, 'stew' a bit. As it got close to midnight, Nancy and he read over the sellers offer. He suggested that it was now time to, 'make the final' offer; she agreed. They quickly wrote it up and she got ready to leave. At the door, she gave him a friendly little hug and peck on the cheek and assured him that they would chat sometime the next morning before she presented the final offer. She felt warm and tight; she smelled good. It was impossible not to get an instant groin reaction to her fresh young body. He stopped by her office the next morning and we made a couple of minor wording changes in the offer. It was a fair, 'win-win' offer; the sellers accepted it. Since they didn't still live in the house, closing would be as soon as my bank could accomplish it. We formalized the sales agreement, ran it back to the sellers agent, got all the signatures and he headed down the street the five minutes or so to deliver it to my bank. His contact at the bank was a friend, head of the loan committee an officer and, it turned out a founding member of the banks board. When he saw the address of the house, he chuckled. "We almost had a deal on this house a couple of weeks back. The buyers, unfortunately, had another house to sell and couldn't get the down payment together without that sale. We've already done all the inspections, the appraisal and the survey. It'll take a few minutes to update the title search. First, you negotiated a good deal; it's comfortably under the appraisal. Second it's less than thirty days, so all that paper work is still valid. All I need to do is convene the loan committee, which can be done within the hour. Your money market account is with our bank, so we can just transfer from your account to escrow. When do you want to close?" He inquired. Nancy had told him that the sellers, 'needed' to close quickly. "I'd be happy to close tomorrow morning; if I can use your phone, let him see if that works for the sellers." He replied. He called Nancy, giving her the Bank President's office number. She got back to him in less than ten minutes, confirmed that, as he had requested, the closing would be at his bank. She asked how quickly the bank could get the paperwork together for the sellers to sign, expressing surprise at how quickly this deal was coming together. He handed the phone to the Bank President. He brought her up to speed, telling her that since this was not an FHA or VA loan and that the bank would keep the mortgage in their portfolio, that it would take no time to type up the sales contract and the deed. They already had the legal description on the property, had all the paperwork in the word processor based on the former contract and it would be simply a matter of changing the buyers info and printing it off. Nancy agreed to pick up the paper work around 3:00 PM; get the appropriate signatures and notarizations and bring it back that afternoon. The sellers weren't going to attend closing; their agent would attend on their behalf. The Bank President did not know Nancy, but knew her boss and his firm and was comfortable that they would do as they promised. She did her thing; he arrived at the bank the next morning and began signing papers before the sellers agent even arrived. By the time she arrived at nine, we were essentially done and he owned a new house. As the office cleared, the Bank President couldn't help commenting on how attractive young Nancy was. She had that effect on people. Most of the furniture in his current home consisted of the remains from his divorce; he had no intention of moving any of it, keeping the old house as a furnished rental. He had essentially picked out all new furniture for my new house. It was less traditional and far more modern than he was used to. He was making a complete break with the old. He called the furniture store and gave them the new address and they indicated that they could deliver the next day. He called a lock service, his regular cleaning company, water softener company, fence company (he had two big dogs) and all the other people you need to call when you move into a new house. It was essentially, a brand new house. He never got all the details on why the former owners were selling, but got a sense that they had custom built it on a small inlet with access to the ocean and quickly realized that they were over their heads when the mortgage payment began to come due. That afternoon, his cleaners did their thing, the fence guy was setting posts, the locksmith was changing and adding locks, the pool was being serviced and other workers were doing their things. He had moved often in my business life, had owned numerous houses and knew how to get through the process in very short order. He went back to my other house to pick up the personal items he would be taking; there was a message from Nancy. He beeped her. She called back within a couple of minutes, wanting to bring him a house warming gift. He put her off until the next day, telling her he was up to my ears in busy. He suggested she stop by the new house the next evening, after 5:00 PM and invited her to join him for the first dinner in my new home. She was genuinely surprised that he was moving so quickly, and accepted the dinner invite. By the time she arrived, right on time that next evening, he was moved in. The house came with window treatments; they were fine, at least for the moment. Two maids, whom he had used before, were making beds and organizing my kitchen. A decorator friend was just finishing up arranging do-dads. The stereo guy was just leaving. Nancy was absolutely amazed at how much had occurred in a little less than two days. Now, Nancy always looked good, but as she knocked on his open front door and came into view; she was positively fetching. This was the most casual he had seen her; Beachy sandals showed off her delightfully attractive feet and displayed her long, lean legs at their best. Short shorts, or maybe, more accurately, hot pants, perfectly cupped her stunning young ass. A thin cotton blouse, no bra---she didn't really need one---completed the effect. Her hair was loose and free, relieved of the, 'business like' confines he had grown accustom to. He was also pleased to see that she wore almost no makeup. She looked good enough to eat, a thought which did cross his mind. She seemed more relaxed than he remembered as she asked where to put the traditional house warming potted plant. He offered her a glass of wine; she chose the Cab over the Chard. She'd done her homework. He had some soft jazz on the stereo. He deposited her in the over stuffed couch in the great room and told her to make herself comfortable while he showered and changed. He almost beat off in the shower thinking about what a hot little fuck mate she would be. By the time he returned, dressed equally casually, all of the workers were gone and she was stretched out on a chaise out on the pool deck, all long legs and softly blowing hair. This was to be the friendly, flirtatious, 'if you play your cards right you might get him in the sack', Nancy. She had all of the moves, the hair flips, the hand resting on the arm, the piercing, wide set, deep blue eyes twinkling. An easy laugh, a flirtatious smile---she was moving into seduction mode. What the fuck, he thought. Maybe she's a prick tease. Maybe she is one of those extraordinarily beautiful women who is terrible in bed, figuring that her beauty is all she has to bring to the show. Time would tell. He threw together a Veal Marsala, a Caesar salad and some linguine. He was an excellent cook. As elegant as it sounded, it is an easy dinner that requires minimal prep work. She liked anchovies and garlic and joked that as long as he was having lots of them, she would too. It seemed like a hint that she might have plans for her evening with him. She raved over the dinner, having had no indication that he was domestic. She also liked to cook and her knowledge of things culinary seemed to bear that out. She helped clear the table. He told her he seldom did dessert, but offered her a choice of after dinner drinks from his limited larder. She chose the 20 year old Grand Marnier and he had the same. There was a chill in the air so we passed on the pool area and settled on the couch in the great room. He ignited the gas logs in the fireplace as he sensed that Nancy was trying to decide, 'fuck him now, or later'? She'd made her decision. He'd already decided that, if anything was going to happen, she'd have to make the move. As he sat back down on the sofa with her, she moved in close and kissed him, warm, wet and long as her arms went round my neck. She was an astounding kisser. They made out on the couch with few words for almost half and hour. She had his shirt off and he had her blouse unbuttoned. He'd unzipped her shorts and palmed her pussy. She'd done the same to his shorts and was fondling his boner. In her best, 'I think I love you' voice, she moved us up a notch. "Let's take this to the bedroom." She softly said. They removed each others remaining garments, standing by the bed. She was a vision of astounding beauty in the soft moon light. She was not a cock tease. Oh, she teased his cock, but only as a prelude to sinking to her knees and engulfing it her mouth. At least orally, she was neither inexperienced nor unskilled. It was one of the best three blow jobs he'd ever had. She had to have taken lessons. He came quickly in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. It was his turn to get oral. He lifted her to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor and gave her his own excellent oral technique. Her pussy was sweet and fragrant. As she was being eaten she moved and cooed. Some woman just look so damned sexy when you're tonguing their little muff. Nancy was one of those. She came fairly quickly; the soft beads of sweat and the increase in vaginal secretions convinced him that it was not an act. With few additional preliminaries, he moved up her body, moving her with him so that they were both on the oversized bed. Her knees came up to her chest, as if on cue and he entered her tight little pussy. Her cunt was incredibly tight and hot. He made love to her face as he began a long, slow, deep fuck. He was still good and hard; he was young enough to still keep it up after a blow job and satisfy a woman with my cock. He knew he could last as long as she needed him to. Then he would need a break for an hour. She was a great fuck, passionate and lusty. She moved with him. He wasn't fucking her; they were fucking as a team. In retrospect, she was absolutely great in bed. It was storybook sex. He held off until he felt her getting close, and then dumped a load deep in her pussy. They touched and fondled in post coital bliss. Yep. This was the kind of woman that any man would fall in love with. Worse, or better, depending on your perspective, once he got inside her pussy, he'd want to come back again and again. There was a sun room off the master bed room, and the two of us drifted out to watch the moonlight reflect off the water, still naked, still touching and fondling. He stood behind her, stroking her cum drenched pussy with one hand as his dick began to respond to the soft cleft of her amazing ass. He wanted her again and his dick was telling him that it would be ready very soon. There was a railing in front of the glass in the sun room, intended to keep someone from accidentally walking through the glass and plunging to their death. Nancy was leaning up against the railing; she pushed her tight little ass back against him as she felt him recover, rotating that delicious butt in small circles. She was gently fucking his dick with her ass crack. Finding Nancy He was hard again; he thought about testing her tight little anal orifice, settling instead for that amazingly hot, tight little cunt. She pushed her ass back to give him better access and they fucked again. They fucked hard and wantonly. The milky globes of that perfect ass glistened in the moonlight. He touched her pucker, wetting a finger and just inserting the tip. She didn't recoil. She moved in perfect unison with my motion. After what seemed like half and hour, she began to work her own clit with one hand and cooed and moaned as she appeared to be reaching her peak. He increased his pace and came in her quim with a roar as he dumped the second load in that fantastic little cunt. They got some fresh fruit from the fridge and fed it to each other in bed. They drifted off to sleep in each others arms. He awoke a couple of hours later to find her warm little mouth nibbling his rising cock. She got him hard, put her feet on either side of my hips and inserted his cock into her snatch. She leaned forward to kiss him and began moving those muscular young hips in a perfect, slow deep fucking motion. As she began to cum, her pace became frenetic as that little ass bounced up and down on his cock at blinding speed. She came, hard and long, sobbing and gasping as she got off. He had not yet cum, but was still very hard. he rolled her over, placing her flat on her front, knelt over her midsection, his knees on either side of her delicious ass and began to fuck her again, feeling both the tight confines of her deliciously warm and wet pussy and the erotic sensations of her firm little ass cheeks as he slowly fucked himself to orgasm. He withdrew a couple of times and licked the crack of her ass, rimming her crinkled anal opening. She didn't say no to his ATM; while he sensed that he might well be the first guy who had ever tongued her dirty hole, she did not find it unpleasant in the least, and actually moved her ass to get more of my tongue. He started a gentle tongue fuck of her dark hole and she quite obviously was getting off on it. Thet'd pursue that tight little hole in the future. He returned to fucking; in no time, came deep in her cunt. They drifted off to sleep again. Near dawn, he felt the soft nibble of her little mouth and the gentle, but persistent probing of that talented tongue. She was working his groin area, getting him hard again for another fuck. She rolled him over on his side and he felt her hot breath on his own dirty hole as she tentatively nibbled and licked his ass. She made a decision and decided to try her own ATM, and again, he believed this was a new experience for her. She rimmed his butt hole and then carefully began inserting just the tip of he tongue as she slowly stroked his cock with her hand. She stopped the anal exploration and took his cock in her mouth, teasing and playing. Enough of this he thought. As astounding as her oral skills were, he sensed that we both needed to fuck again. And they did. And they fucked regularly for several weeks. They both enjoyed the sex a great deal. While he knew she was still working to get him to the church on time, they had fun together and they fucked like bunnies. All good things come to an end. Finally accepting the fact that he was not going to marry her or anyone else in the near future, she broke it off. There was no animosity. They parted friends, although she was a disappointed friend. He was everything she wanted in a husband. He was attractive and successful. He was also a good fuck. She would have settled for attractive and successful; the good fuck part was an added and unexpected benefit. She hinted that they might get together and fuck sometime in the future. As a real estate agent she started to work another area of city and he didn't see her or here from her for some time. His office had a new sales manager. Now, in essence, this was a, 'training job', he had no real authority over him, but didn't always understand that fact. He was also a dork, of sorts, not bad looking, several inches shorter than he was, and just a little too, 'Alan Alda' sensitive male for his tastes. He also wasn't very good at his job and he doubted he would go far. The Vice President, his real boss, had on more than one occasion expressed his frustration with young Garth. Who the fuck names their son Garth? It seemed that young Garth was connected; his uncle was on the company's board of directors and the CEO and his father were old chums. The VP couldn't fire him and begged all of them to be patient and do their best to train the young bloke. They did our best. The VP had just bought a new house on a golf course on the other side of town. It was much larger than he and his wife needed, but he had moved from a very high priced housing market and, for tax purposes, needed to sink the maximum proceeds in this house. It was quite a spread. He announced a company party, invited everyone, hourly and exempt for a house warming. Also, it was to be sort of an engagement send off for Garth. Bob didn't even know he was dating anyone, let alone getting engaged. The VP told him it was all rather sudden and whirlwind. Well, you guessed it. They all got to the house wearing, or quickly changing into, bathing suits. Lounging on the diving board, leaning back to most perfectly display her charms was Nancy. Bob was twenty feet away from her, planning to say hi, when Garth intercepted him and told him he really wanted to introduce him to his fiancée. With that, he led him over to the diving board as Nancy rose and turned toward us. Nancy was sporting a two caret rock on her left hand. She was wearing a translucent one piece and looked fabulous. As she saw it was him, her smile faded, ever so slightly as she wondered what he would say and what she was going to say. "Nancy, this is Bob, Bob, this is Nancy, the girl I'm going to marry." Garth announced with overblown formality. Before she could speak, he took the lead. "It's very nice to meet you, Nancy. I've heard wonderful things about you. Congratulations. I'm sure you and Garth will be very happy together." She shook his hand. "It's very nice to meet you, too Bob. Garth has spoken fondly of you on many occasions." She said, thanking him with her eyes. Garth was very proud of his trophy. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman there. He escorted him over to the bar to get him a drink and started telling him how wonderful his bride to be was. Garth spoke. "I've never been so in love before. Isn't she gorgeous? My parents love her. She's the nice girl they always hoped he would marry. She's saving herself for our wedding night." Bob almost swallowed my ice and choked to death right then and there. "That's great, Garth, I'm very happy for you." He drifted off to display his new treasure. The VP came over to welcome him. We we're pretty good friends. He started to mildly grill him. "Bob, Nancy sure looks familiar. Didn't you date a girl that could be her twin?" He smiled lasciviously. The VP had seen Nancy close enough to know damned well it was the same girl. He had invited him to, 'double' date with him and his wife and had sat across the table from her. He knew she spent the night at my house. He also knew she blew him in the back seat of his BMW. "So, Bob." He went on, now getting into it. "I guess, since Nancy is saving herself for her wedding night, you never fucked her?" He paused for a moment, and then got serious. "Are you going to tell him?" Bob replied. "Why should I tell him? He's a dweeb and neither of us like him. He's just what Nancy was looking for, old family money, not totally ugly and guaranteed to be successful with his family connections. I have nothing against Nancy; we parted on very good terms." He paused. "Although I may have a little fun with it. Garth is so giddy right now that he's bound to drink too much. I may have to have a little heart to heart with the, ever gorgeous Nancy." he said. "Well he'll keep an eye out, and if both you and Nancy disappear at the same time, I'll keep Garth busy." He responded. "Use the bathroom and bedroom at the head of the stairs." As women do, a little while later, Nancy clearly headed for the bathroom. It was occupied. The VP didn't miss a trick and pointed her in the direction of the upstairs bedroom/bathroom combo. Bob worked his way discreetly away from the pool area and followed her up the stairs. The bathroom had a lock, but it was one of those which is easily opened with a little pin. The house was brand new, and the pins were conveniently located on the ledge above the door. With no hesitation, he popped the lock and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Nancy had removed her suit and was primly and beautifully perched on the toilet getting ready to pee. He'd always found an attractive woman peeing to be very erotic. "What! Oh, Jim! What are you doing in here?" She yelped. "I came to congratulate the blushing bride to be, Nancy." he told her, but he was leering just a tad. He quickly moved to the toilet and roughly kissed that stupendous mouth and began to rub her pussy with my hand. "Oh, you shouldn't..." She started to say, but began to become excited as he expertly ran his hand over her tightly trimmed little mound. "I really have to pee." "Go ahead, pee." he said. "I'm not stopping you." She got a wicked little grin on her face as she released a pungent stream over his hand and into the toilet. This was new territory; they had never played this game before. He removed his bathing suit. "I need to pee, too." He said. He sent a long golden stream over her tits and cunt. She took his cock in her mouth, planning, he believed, to blow him, as some sort of payment for not blowing her cover, before or in the future. He let her, for a while. "You're not going to tell him, are you? He doesn't know. I've blown him, and let him eat him, but he thinks I'm a virgin." She begged. "Nancy, I think you could do better. Garth is not a friend of mine. Telling him that you're not exactly, 'intact' would be doing him a favor and I owe him none." he told her. "I'll do anything to make it up to you, Bob. Thank you." She replied. "I was hoping you'd say that, Nancy. Stand up and turn around and bend over the counter." he commanded. "You can't fuck me. I'll let him eat him later and he'd know when he tastes your spunk in my, 'virgin' hole." She pleaded. He got down on his knees and began to orally service her back door. In spite of herself, she got into it. "I believe you have another hole that just might be 'cherry', isn't that true Nancy?" He asked. She nodded. He believed her. He started to finger her anal opening. He opened the medicine cabinet and, to his pleasant surprise, there was a tube of K-Y in plain sight. He opened the tube and began filling her rectum with the cold jelly. "You can't do that. I've never done that. You're too big. Let me suck you off instead." She begged. He spoke. "I've had your wonderful mouth numerous times, Nancy, and that hot, tight little pussy of yours. Your tits aren't big enough to fuck. You know you like it when I tongue your dirty hole. Right now you've got two, make that three, fingers up your butt, and you can't help yourself, your fucking my fingers." Torn between her arousal and her desire to protect her tight little ass from plunder, she continued to try to dissuade him. "Oh, please, not there. It will hurt. It's dirty and messy, you can't..." And she gasped and exhaled as he entered her rectum. "You are a bitch, Nancy, but a nice little bitch and the most astounding fuck I've ever known. I can't believe I didn't take your shitter when we were together, but now it's mine. I'm in your ass, and I'm going to slowly ease my cock all the way in, and then I'm going to give you what is, he hope, your first ass fuck, and what I am sure will be one you'll never forget." he told her, as he did exactly as he promised. It hurt at first; her anus burned. The fullness was uncomfortable. He cared enough to be reasonably gentle, but not enough not to take her ass. He fucked that precious ass of hers long and slow and deep, or as long as he could manage with the totally erotic thought of breaking in an anal virgin. She got into it and fucked him back. She played with her pussy. She started up the slope to orgasm; he increased his thrust and they came together as he shot a massive load deep in her ass. Pulling his cock from her ass, he turned her around and pushed her to the floor. "Clean my cock, my lovely little, newly initiated, anal slut. It's customary." he commanded, and she complied. He pulled her to her feet and gave her a long. slow, tender kiss. She seemed surprised. "I know what your ass tastes like, Nancy. I happened to very fond of the way your ass tastes. Don't look so surprised that I would kiss you after you cleaned the ass funk off my cock with that wonderful mouth of yours." He went on. "Nancy, have a wonderful life with Garth; but I'm not counting on it. Don't rush into a bunch of kids. I give it three years, and if you play your cards right you should be able to wrangle a decent financial settlement. I am fond of you and won't do anything to interfere with your happiness. I wouldn't have told him, even if you'd refused to give up you poop chute. But it was delightful." Nancy responded. "In all the time we were together you never showed an evil side, a mean streak or seemed like the kind of guy that would blackmail a girl just to tap her ass. I knew it was play, and I knew he could say no. You did just tap my anal cherry. It was uncomfortable at first but it was nasty and I did get into it. I wouldn't mind trying it again, with the right man and the right lube." "Nancy, I wouldn't suggest going from, 'I am a virgin' to, 'fuck me in the ass' overnight." he smiled and replied. "I wasn't thinking about Garth." She replied with that old wicked smile. We returned to the party after cleaning up. Garth had never missed her, but the VP knew we had been gone long enough for something fun to have occurred. Nancy came up to him later as the party was winding down and handed him her business card, which he already had. She had hand written a phone number on the back. Away from the others, she spoke quietly. "I knew from the first day I met you that you weren't the marrying kind. I don't want to spend the rest of my life selling houses. I want some financial security; I want to be the lady of the house. I didn't fuck you that first night thinking it would get me a ring. As you can see with Garth, that's not my normal operating plan---though that would have been a nice result. You were hot. You turned him on. You made my remarkable little pussy wet every time you were even close. I have a sixth sense; you were every bit as great in bed as I knew you would be. And admit it, I am, far and away the best little piece of ass you've ever had, or a damned close second. Speaking of ass, call me. This number goes to a private voice mail which beeps me. Use it when you want another shot at my fantastic little butt. I really hope to hear your voice, very soon." And she headed over the lovingly gaze into the eyes of her fiancé. He called the number the next day. He also fucked that gorgeous little dirty hole the morning of their wedding, and the day they returned from their honeymoon. In spite of her best efforts, Garth never really did become a very good lover. Three years later, Garth got caught fucking the black chamber maid in the ass at his parents' home by, Nancy, as she was walking hand in hand with Garth's mother and father as they came upon the disgusting scene. It seems Garth was a little small; Nancy had never let him in the back door, but the maid had been letting him service her anal canal for years. The potential for scandal was frightening. The maid was paid off and sent back to her native land. Garth's parents disowned their son, banishing him to some company outpost in Australia, siding completely with their daughter, whom they had grown to love dearly and who had been so terribly dishonored by their evil son. The divorce papers were drawn up quickly. Nancy was prepared to fight for what she wanted, but had kept up the demure routine and never threatened to expose the horrible scandal. Sitting in the study with the family lawyer, her attorney (which Garth's parents insisted on) and Garth's father, she waited as her attorney read the final documents. Her attorney handed her the agreement, but she had already read the draft; this was just a formality. First, she got the house in Florida that they had bought for them as a wedding present. It was $1.5 million, on the water with 6 bedrooms and 6,000 plus square feet. She also got a cottage on a lake in Michigan. She of course got all the furniture. She got the Jag and the Beemer. All were paid for. The icing on the cake was a $20 million trust of which she was the trustee and could do as she desired with. She wept softly as she carefully signed the papers; her father shed tears as he considered the monstrous actions of his son to this dear, innocent little girl. The next day they drove her to the airport personally, rather than have the chauffer take her. The airport goodbye was very tearful as the three hugged and cried and promised to stay in touch. The day following her return, she called Bob. "I've got a house to show you, when are you going to be free?" "I don't need a house. I love the house you sold me over three years ago. On the other hand, it's always been hard for me to refuse to spend time with you; come whenever you're ready." Bob told her. She picked him up in the Jag and drove him to, 'her' new house. "What about Garth?" He inquired. "Long story; I'll tell you when we get there." She replied. "Bob, why do you still work? I got a glimpse at your financials when I helped you with those rental properties you purchased. You're loaded. Your stock portfolio has got to be close to $10 mil by now. You have at least $5 mil in rental property. As much as you make working for that company, you must have several mil in a 401-K and a few more in stock options. Why don't you just quit and find someone to live happily ever after with?" She asked. "I'd get board. I don't have kids, my parents are dead and I'm not real close to my half brothers. I can't sail and play golf all day. What would he do?" he replied. "I have some suggestions on that." She replied with a small smile escaping from her lips. "Wait a minute! Isn't this that damned house yours bought you and Garth as a wedding present? Please, babe, Garth is the last person I want to see at this moment." He exclaimed, more than a little put out. "You've never called me babe before. I like that; do it more often in the future. Regarding Garth." She continued. "I seriously doubt that you'll be seeing Garth, ever." She dragged him into the house and went on. "Sit your ass down, I'll pour us both a glass of, as I remember, one of your favorite Cabs. Okay?" In short order, Nancy related the whole sordid story, to include the happy ending of her financial fortunes. As she wrapped up the grim details, she searched Bob's face and asked her first important question. "Bob." She began. "You always at least liked me, didn't you? Enjoyed spending time with me, found me interesting? I mean I know you loved to fuck me, and believe me, that feeling is mutual, but if we weren't fucking, did you want to be with me? Before you answer, I'm not asking you if you love me. I'm not looking for a marriage proposal---in spite of my new found status as a wealthy divorcee." It was true. As their carnal pursuits had evolved, he found her to be bright, charming and witty. They shared many interests. Once the real Nancy came out, she was a wonderful companion and he enjoyed the time he spent with her immensely. They moved well together in the kitchen. They both loved the water. He told her in no uncertain terms that she was more to him than a drop dead gorgeous woman who was astounding in the sack. Finding Nancy "Nancy, particularly after you got married and our, 'secret' relationship began, we became good friends, more like buddies who also liked to fuck each others brains out." he told her. And then he continued. "And I'm not going to duck the love question. Am I in love with you? I don't think so. Could I fall in love with you? I don't doubt it at all. But what about you, do you love me?" he asked. "No." She quietly said, putting her hand on my arm. "I'm not sure I really know what love is. I couldn't, 'love' Garth no matter how hard I tried; I married him for exactly what I got, although not exactly in the way I thought I would get it. You, on the other hand, light my fire, get my little cunt drippy, and make me feel very, very good in bed." "What do you propose we do about our situation?" he asked. "Knowing you, you've given it some thought." She began. "First, I'm going to sell this house. I couldn't be happy living in it, and I wouldn't ask a man I cared about to make love to me here; there are too many bad memories. I love this area, and am going to buy or build another, smaller house on a nice piece of water front that will always be my place to find sanctuary." She went on. "You've hinted at quitting, of retiring. I think you could take a leave of absence for up to a year and they'd take you back in a heartbeat. I'm asking you to take that leap of faith. I'm asking you to take that year off. We can travel; we can stay right here, a place we both love. We can sail, we can play golf, and we can fuck. I want the two of us to spend the next twelve months together. I need to know. You know, in your heart, you need to know also. If it doesn't work out, we move on. No rings, no walks down the aisle. At the end of the year we see how we both feel and take it from there. I'll always have a place to go, my house, but he was sort of hoping you'd invite him to spend most of my time with you." He responded. "I think it's a good plan. Let's run with it." Bob took the leave of absence, finally making it permanent at the end of the year. He and Nancy traveled some, but always returned to the house she had helped him find. They fucked a lot. If anything, they turned each other on more with every passing day. They learned more about each other; Nancy, not unlike Bob, really didn't have much family left. They made new friends together, people that neither had known before and those friends became very special. And, they fell in love, or more accurately, realized that they were already in love and that love just needed a little nurturing and care to blossom. They each realized that they had never really been in love before; for the longest time neither spoke those three little words, not sure that the other shared that love. It was the most difficult thing either of them had ever done. It would involve the ultimate expression of vulnerability. On that day, exactly one year to the day from when they entered into their agreement, Nancy came into the bedroom, as beautiful as ever, more so as the love she knew she had found had evolved. She was positively radiant as she looked quizzically at Bob and asked a fateful question. "Bob." She said. "This is the day; it's been marked on the calendar for quite a while. I need to know if this relationship is going anywhere. I need to know if you've fallen in love with me." She had soft tears in her eyes. Bob responded sternly. "Quit pestering me, woman, or I'll never get this damned tie tied." As she came up behind him, he spun around and took her in his arms, and kissing her softly, expressed his true feeling. "Babe, I love you more than I could ever imagine loving anyone" He said. "You wouldn't want to be late for your own wedding, would you?" He continued Running his hand up under the white dress and moving it down the cleft of her ass. She playfully slapped his hand away. "Not until after the wedding dear, remember, I'm still a virgin." And with that they laughed, walking arm in arm to a waiting car that would take them to the church a few blocks away. "I love you, Nancy." Bob softly said. "I love you, Bob." Nancy responded. "Now let's hurry up and get this over with so that we can fit in a quick screw before the reception." "That'll work just fine." Bob said as he held the love of life, the woman he would spend the rest of his life with closely at his side.